DOCTOR PATIENT

ADELINE'S POV

"I've never seen one so pretty man. I really want to do her before we take her to the doctor." I hear faint voices as my eyes flutter open. I still feel the effects of the drug in my system and I haven't regained all my energy yet. All I can feel is a banging in my head and a weakness that I feel all over my body.

I'm tied up at the back seat of a car and I can see two men in my view in the front seats. I have no way of saving myself or getting out of the situation I'm in. Did Adrian get me kidnapped? The thought sends unpleasurable chills up and down my spine. It's hard to believe that the same person who was obsessed with making me his wife not too long ago is the same person who abused me, drugged me and had me kidnapped.

I shouldn't be surprised. I knew what I was getting myself into and I pushed through with it anyway. I knew how dangerous Adrian was, but never in a million years did I think he would do this. I have to stay calm. No matter how scared I am, I have to be calm no matter the situation in which I'm put in. I have to develop and keep a strong mental grounding for whatever Adrian has prepared for me.

I can't break.

But I have to at least try. So I muster up the little strength I have left as the two men in the front seat are lost in conversation. I twist my body slowly and steadily, careful not to make any sounds and once I find the perfect moment, I push my feet forwards so far that I kick the driver right in the head. My kick is stronger than I thought it was and the driver loses control for a few seconds and slams the car straight into a tree.

He hits his forehead on the steering wheel and pressure from the jerk of the car sends me flying in all directions and now I have an even bigger headache.

"What the fuck!?" The other man screams at me and goes immediately to check on the state of his friend.

"Rick. Rick come on man. Wake up." The man says impatiently to his friend but Rick, the driver is unresponsive and bleeding heavily from his head.

I tremble and breathe heavily in the back seat as I try to get out of the ropes I'm tied in but it's futile. The car doesn't look like it's in bad state but I must have underestimated the kick I gave the driver because I think he's dead.

"What did you do?" The other man glares at me angrily. "You fucking bitch. Are you fucking insane? What the fuck did you just do?"

"I-" I'm tongue tied. I can't form words. All I wanted to do was cause an accident and ruin the car but instead, I killed the diver instead. As much as I want to get out of here and go home, I never planned on killing a person. But the bloody driver in the front seat says otherwise. I start hyperventilating as the reality of what I just did strikes me.

I just killed a person. Oh my God, I just killed another human being. The unresponsive look on his face haunts me and I will dream about it every night. Before I know it, I feel a wet stain on my cheek and it takes me a moment to realize that I'm crying. I didn't even notice when the other guy got out of his seat and opened the door to the back seat.

"You're lucky I can't kill you." That's all he says and then I feel a massive hit to my head that knocks me unconscious. I scream. I cry. I fall. I sleep.

When I wake up again, I'm in a room. A tiny room with tiny four walls that makes me feel claustrophobic. The room smells of chemicals like the ones you would find in a hospital. I look down at my body and I that's when I notice that I've been changed of my clothes and there's a needle stuck to my vein with a liquid dripping slowly and flowing into my body.

Terror washes through me because all I can see are two men in front of me and the thought of either of their hands on me refresh memories of Adrian sliding forcefully inside me. If I think about it, I might lose my mind so I push the memories aside instead.

"We have to be weary of this one. She killed Rick. We have to keep an eye on her at all times. I don't even know what I'm going to do with Rick's body. I didn't sign up for this. This is such a drag man…"

"Shut up. Colton." A man in a white robe, who seems to be in his late thirties says. I guess he's supposed to be a doctor. "What we do is dangerous and although things like this don't happen often, it happened. Just leave Rick's body here. I'll decompose it quickly so you don't have to bury it. As for the girl, she has to be in perfect condition before you take her to Veronica so no matter how much you're pissed, keep your hands off her."

The doctor explains and I derive a certain satisfaction from the fact that he just said I have to be up and strong before they bring to this Veronica woman. But that satisfaction immediately turns to dread. Where are they taking me to and who is Veronica?

"Where am I? Where are you going to take me?" My voice comes out weaker than I intended. I try to lift myself from the uncomfortable bed but an awful headache keeps me in place. At the sound of my voice, the two men snap their heads towards me. The doctor has a look of awe and relief on his face but Colton just looks angry.

"Oh look, the murderer is awake." Colton says with a smirk on his face, folding his arm across his chest as he leans against a wall.

"That was a mistake." I say in an attempt to defend myself but right now, I don't know if it was really a mistake or if I really intended to kill the driver.

"That's enough. Both of you. Don't talk too much dear. You need rest and much energy. Your body has suffered a lot of trauma and I'm here to take care of you. You'll be ready in a week and then Colton will take you to your new home." I twist my face in confusion as the doctor speaks to me in a tone that is too calm for my liking.

I was kidnapped and brought to a weird building with a weird doctor who I'm not even sure is licensed.

"Who is Veronica? What do you mean my new home? Get me out of here!" I feel myself start to get agitated. I hate not being in control and right now, I have everything but control.

"You don't ask the questions around here, love. All you do is obey and if you resist, you'll make the situation harder and more painful for you. So, if I were you, I would just shut up and be a good little girl."